Sunday, November 9, 2025

View Finder

View Finder : Mark Klett, Photography, and the Reinvention of Landscape (2001) by William L. Fox




Cover Photos: Largest photograph: Timothy O'Sullivan, Crab's Claw Peak, western Nevada, 1867. Collection of the United States Geological Survey;
Middle photograph: Mark Klett and Byron Wolfe for Third View, Byron checking his blister, Karnak Ridge, Nevada, 1998;
Small photograph: Mark Klett, Artifacts left at Karnak Ridge: Polaroid print, compass, note. 7/9/98.

Selected Quotes

… we still think of a camera, even if unconsciously, as a miniaturized room wherein we seek the truth. The camera is the vaulted chamber of a judge -- our eye -- which is attempting to discern reality. It is wise to remember however, that the root means “curved,” that light can bend and that our perceptions of reality tend to be refracted through our individual viewpoints. Also bear in mind that the camera “obscures” that which is outside its angle of view. [page 30]

William Henry Fox Talbot … the first photographically illustrated book, The Pencil of Nature, in 1844-46. [page 32]

1851 - Frederick Scott Archer…. invented a process using a sticky liquid called collodion … could fix images on glass plates. Blanquart-Evrard… coating paper with egg whites, producing “albumen paper” [page 32]

Wet-plate glass negatives … exposure times … thirty seconds or so for landscapes [page 33]

The camera will obscure a large part of the world at any moment, given its narrow field of vision, but it also thoroughly reveals its subjects by freezing a moment in time and space for our extended contemplation. [page 37]

Clarence King … What he saw during his exploits, from the glaciers of the Sierra to the crater of Mt. Lassen and the deeply eroded riverbeds of the Southwest, led him to hypothesize that both the gradual forces of nature and its violent upheavals formed the geology he had surveyed. Years later, in 1877, he would present a controversial graduation address at the Sheffield School [of Science at Yale] entitled “Catastrophism and the Evolution of Environment.” This was to be a direct challenge to the strictly uniformitarian viewpoint held by many leading scientists, with King proposing an early version of what scientists now refer to as “punctuated equilibria." … a chaotic place where change is inevitable but sometimes violent and unpredictable. … King’s corollary belief, however, even though perhaps only a politically motivated one, that catastrophe was God’s way of kicking evolution into successively higher levels of achievement, would raise an eyebrow. [page 39]

Timothy O’Sullivan… turned that dispassionate gaze, which had served him so well to document and perhaps even survive the horrors of the Civil War, upon a land that Americans considered the most barren and godforsaken in the country, yet one that O’Sullivan found visually inviting [page 40-41]

O’Sullivan descended nine hundred feet down into the mines of Virginia City and made the first underground photographs of miners at work. He lit magnesium ribbons in order to get his exposure -- a somewhat hazardous practice given the known pockets of inflammable gas nearby, but typical of O’Sullivan’s determination to push the boundaries of his medium to its technological limits. He climbed up the five-hundred-foot-high Sand Mountain east of present-day Fallon and made one of the most well-known images of the West ever taken, his wagon and four mules standing patiently in the landscape so barren that it is with actual relieve we see the footprints of the photographer leading from the wagon into the immediate foreground [page 41]

William Henry Jackson … A close friend [of Jackson’s] and fellow expeditionary artist was the painter Thomas Moran, who inculcated in him the romantic creed of the great English painter J. M. W. Turner: what was important was the essence of the reality, and not its literal appearance. Jackson would go so far as to alter his negatives in order to heighten the drama of geological features -- so it would appear not as it was, necessarily, but as he thought it should be. … Science had taken a back seat to scenic manipulation in the supposedly objective chamber of the camera. [page 43]

With O'Sullivan we walk steadily through a landscape that has no pretense to being pretty or romantic, an aesthetic already well established in his Civil War work. When a figure appears in one of his photographs, he is often beneath and dominated by the view, sometimes even partially hidden or hard to find. Furthermore, Clarence King was a founding member of the Society for the Advancement of Truth in Art and proselytized the viewpoint that images of nature made by artists should be free of manipulation. O’Sullivan took his photographs under the direction of the geologist with an eye fixed firmly on the underlying forces and structure of the regions -- whether he was literally crawling underground with miners or climbing obscure ridges to document the unusual fracturing of rocks. … he was not above tilting his camera to isolate the evidence of geological process -- but always seems to be in service of the land itself, and not of a romantic creed. [page 43-44]

There’s a reason that in his own work Klett often deliberately lets his shadow appear in the frame of the photograph, as did O’Sullivan occasionally. It’s his way of saying: Don’t take a photographer’s frame of reference for granted. A photograph might look objective, even scientific, but it might not be the same picture you would make. … As a contemporary photographer, Klett is always aware that our presence in notating the earth changes its reality, a postmodern sensibility that has roots as deep in quantum physics as in the classrooms of the Visual Studies Workshop in Rochester, where Klett received his Master of Fine Arts degree in 1977. [page 45]

Klett… for my own work I want an empirical basis, not an ideological one, something I can use my intuition with [page 53]

Helen and Newton Harrison… former artists turned environmental engineers, who often propose modification in the landscape as urban reclamation projects. Their work, as both conceptual documents to be exhibited and working plans for construction, include unearthing historical land-use patterns, conduction research into local environmental conditions, and restoring the land as sculptural earthworks. Using photographs, text, cartographic overlays, and bulldozers, they create farms and wetlands as metaphorical settings where the collision of nature and culture can be made visible. They are neither exactly artists nor scientists -- their works are both experiment and gesture. [page 53] 
Helen Mayer Harrison (1927–2018) and Newton Harrison (1932–2022)]

… The longer I work, the more important it is to me to make photographs that tell my story as a participant, and not just an observer of the land. [page 198]

… an intuitive photographer who lets meaning arise out of being in a place and working [page 202]

… there's no judgement here, no advocacy for anything other than paying attention [page 203]

The difference between being a detached documentarian suffering the illusion of objectivity, and an engaged artist falling prey to sentimentality and political correctness, is exactly one of the reasons Klett inserts his shadow into the frame. It's not from a sense of ego to declare himself part of the picture, but to let the viewer acknowledge the presence of the photographer on the scene, then mentally subtract him. It keeps both Klett and the viewer mindful of the fact that there is no such thing as "just a picture," but rather a complex relationship among subject, photographer, viewers, and history. The picture isn't a monologue, but a multilogue. [page 214]

… this idea of serial photography… It's related to how O'Sullivan would take multiple views to investigate a site instead of a singular dominating view attempting to define it. [page 293]

… He's taking a journey of rediscovery, of personal re photography done in the mind, as well as sharing it with us.He's mining the historical past not only for images, ideas, and inspiration, but for his own memories, the deepest mediation of experience we have. [page 293]

Selections from the Bibliography

Fox, William L. 2001. View Finder : Mark Klett, Photography, and the Reinvention of Landscape. 1st ed. Albuquerque: University of New Mexico Press. https://search.worldcat.org/en/title/44066888

Armstrong, Carol M. 1998. Scenes in a Library : Reading the Photograph in the Book, 1843-1875. Cambridge, Mass.: MIT Press. https://search.worldcat.org/title/45727985

Barthes, Roland, and Geoff Dyer. 2010. Camera Lucida : Reflections on Photography. . Translated by Richard Howard. Pbk. ed. New York: Hill and Wang. https://search.worldcat.org/title/671819280 

Adams, Robert, Lewis Baltz, Harry M. Callahan, Paul Caponigro, Hamish Fulton, William Garnett, Eliot Porter, Art Sinsabaugh, George A. Tice, and Brett Weston. 1980. Landscape, Theory. Edited by Carol Di Grappa. New York, NY: Lustrum Press. https://search.worldcat.org/en/title/7083257

Sontag, Susan. 1977. On Photography. New York: Picabor, an imprint of Farrar, Straus and Giroux. https://search.worldcat.org/en/title/3223849

Szarkowski, John, Cleveland Museum of Art, Walker Art Center, J.B. Speed Art Museum, San Francisco Museum of Modern Art, Krannert Art Museum, Virginia Museum of Fine Arts, and Milwaukee Art Center. 1978. Mirrors and Windows : American Photography since 1960. New York: Museum of Modern Art. https://search.worldcat.org/en/title/4496739

Wednesday, October 29, 2025

Raindrops

Gustave Caillebotte, Yerres Effect of Rain (1875)
Photo: Larry Wolf, Art Institute of Chicago (2025)

Walking swiftly through the Art Institute, scanning for landscapes, this one jumped out at me. the mix of created environment (the pavement just barely at our feet, diagonally) and river with woods and rain drops, the boat on the far shore in the shadows at the edge of the river almost hidden in the trees behind it, backlit. And then a chuckle, reading the wall text, that this is another Caillebotte, though one which wasn't in the blockbuster show a month or two ago. Another Caillebotte rainy day painting, larger, urban, is around the corner. A further chuckle looking at this photo, with the painting balancing, a bit askew, on my blurry finger.

Tuesday, October 28, 2025

Photo Dup

The photo at my doctor's office

Larry Wolf, Photo of Photo, no credit on the framed photo (2025)

My Rephotographed Photo

Larry Wolf, Sunny Chicago Fall (2025)

Tuesday, October 14, 2025

Application to Allerton/Hood Residency

Proposal

Imagine May of 1898. It was a formative time for Robert Allerton and for what would become The Farms. What is remembered in the land?

This is a photographic project: walking the land, dreaming it is a century ago, what might be developed. This is a modernist look showing the land as it is today, informed by the past.

During the residency I will produce a set of Cabinet Cards, a format popular in the late 1800s, small objects (41⁄2” by 61⁄2”) to hold and display. Similar to cartes de visite, but slightly larger, they were used for landscapes. It is a form to slow us down and appreciate the immediate, to underwhelm our overwhelmed senses, to pay attention to the print we’re holding and what it evokes.

The residency is a retreat. Dawn and dusk are transition times when the sun is slant and the mind is open to feeling what is seemingly hidden; an extended walking meditation, letting mind and body, feet and camera, move through the landscape.

The land was there before Robert. It will be here after we are gone. It has been shaped by ice ages and river floods. It has been inhabited by indigenous people (Peoria, Kaskaskia, Piankashaw, Wea, Miami, Mascoutin, Odawa, Sauk, Mesquaki, Kickapoo, Potawatomi, Ojibwe, and Chickasaw Nations). The Potawatomi were marched through Monticello in 1838, with treaties broken, they were forcibly relocated to Kansas, on the Trail of Death. The land was collectively managed by the indigenous nations; it was privately owned; it is now held in public trust.

That spring, Robert was 25. He and his childhood friend Frederic Bartlett had spent five years in Europe studying to be artists. Before leaving Paris, Robert had burned his paintings, declaring he would never be more than an amateur artist. [Note: the root of amateur is love, to do something for the love of it.] Robert brought an artist’s eye to Piatt County, treating the land as his canvas.

Robert immediately started shaping things, moving the old Stallcup house to be near a spring. He wallpapered his privy with Toulouse-Lautrec posters, bringing his past into his present. Living on the land, he was imagining what he might build. My mid-20’s were also a time of setting the course of my life.

This project will photograph the land and invite us to envision what might be.

Larry Wolf, Creek Bed, formatted as a Cabinet Card (2025)

[submitted to the Joan and Peter Hood Residency at the Allerton Park and Retreat Center]

Sunday, September 7, 2025

Looking Up

Larry Wolf, Looking Up (2025)

Sunday, August 24, 2025

Young Sophocles

John Talbott Donoghue, Young Sophocles Leading the Chorus of
Victory after the Battle of Salamis 
(1885/cast 1911)
Art Institute of Chicago, Gift of Robert Allerton


1853 - sculptor John Talbott Donoghue born in Chicago

Chicago Inter-Ocean, Monday Morning
February13, 1882 
(from the Internet Archive)

1882 - Oscar Wilde, on tour in Chicago, praised Donoghue: “more beautiful than the work of any sculptor I have seen yet, and of whom you should all be proud”

"Here is a plaque he designed for one of my poems - a figure of a girl - so simple, so powerful, so pretty. It is perfect"





John Donoghue, Plaque of Isola Wilde

1885 - Donoghue created Young Sophocles Leading the Chorus of Victory after the Battle of Salamis

1890 - Isabella Gardner acquired a bronze of Young Sophocles in Venice


John Talbott Donoghue, Young Sophocles Leading the Chorus of
Victory after the Battle of Salamis
(1890)
Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum

1893 - Young Sophocles was exhibited at the World's Columbian Exposition in Chicago.  Multiple biographical posts about Donoghue claim that it won a first prize however it is not listed in the awards records of the Exposition at the Chicago History Museum. There were many fans of the work (Oscar Wilde, Isabella Stewart Gardner, Robert Allerton), but not everyone liked it (see review, below).

"The Young Sophocles Leading the Chorus of Victory After the Battle of Salamis," by John Donoghue, is of the French school, adapting modern treatment to studies of the antique. It is not an attractive composition, and is in more than questionable taste. True, that after the battle of Salamis he was chosen to head the chorus of boys at the celebration of that victory; but one cannot imagine the great dramatist posing as a lad nude and with a lyre in hand. Though lads went naked on such occasions, it is not the guise or attitude that one is apt to associate with this the great master of tragedy. The figure is well enough in its way, with erect and supple carriage, head thrown back, and earnest thoughtful features; but it is not suggestive of anyone in particular, and certainly not of Sophocles, either as a youth or at any other period of his life.

Also intended for the Exposition was The Genius of America. The 30-foot sculpture was shipped from Rome to Brooklyn, where, according to the Boston Herald, it sat on the docks, “a huge bill for trans-shipment confronting the artist.” Left unclaimed, it was broken to pieces by dockworkers to make room for incoming shipments. 

1888 - Donoghue moved to Boston, where he exhibited his work at Horticultural Hall to great acclaim.

1903 - John Donoghue died in New York by suicide (NYTimes and Irish Boston website)

1911 - Robert Allerton gifted a casting of Young Sophocles to the Art Institute of Chicago. Allerton had spent time at the Columbian Exposition in 1893 and may have seen the sculpture there.

1917 - the Metropolitan Museum (NY) purchased a plaster cast from the Art Institute of Chicago, and ten years later, their bronze was replicated from it. 

[Wikipedia states that there’s a copy of Young Sophocles at the Honolulu Museum of Art. A search of their database finds an entry for John Talbott Donoghue, though there’s no image and no metadata. It’s possible that Robert Allerton had a copy of the sculpture in his personal collection which was donated to the HMOA.]

Saturday, August 2, 2025

Prologue to the Present

Larry Wolf (2018)
Twists and turns seem like a direct path in retrospect. One recent (not so recent) piece of my story of how I got here, making photographs and generally creating art (photos, zines, poetry, drawing, painting) dates from 2018 and 2019.

2018 - August

Rather than give in to obsessive thoughts of a new camera, I ordered The Soul of the Camera by David duChemin. It's about the photographer.

2019 - January

I was in dialogue with Shawn Rowe about his upcoming photography class, looking to catch up on the changes in thinking about and making photographs since my last immersion in the 1970s. It's about making photographs.

2019 - September

While in DC for HIMSS Health IT week, I was transfixed by the shifting light and shadows in my hotel room and captured a series of 18 images over the course of one minute. Noticing something visually compelling. Holding a camera. In the flow. Something about that minute felt so right, so what I wanted to be doing. Without thought, I was on the other side of the decision. Be a photographer.

Larry Wolf, More Or Less Transparent - Overview Grid, September 2019

Larry Wolf,
Robert Aitken's Present 1935 (2019)






Present - The Past Is Prologue

During that September in 2019, I walked past this sculpture and inscription at the National Archives. A quote from Shakespeare's The Tempest: "What is past is prologue." The sculpture is titled "Present". I photographed that sculpture multiple times over the years. I keep circling myself. 


2021 - January

Zine making became the answer to What do I do with my photographs? Zines are what I bring with me when I meet friends for coffee, have with me for when I meet someone new, are the form I've adopted for my contact info. Again it was Shawn Rowe who was my teacher. Thank you, Shawn.

2025 - August

Larry Wolf, More or Less Transparent (2025)
Printed at Matiz Press
I reprinted More or Less Transparent as a risographed booklet. In blue because that seemed like the best of the color options. It's been growing on me. Something ethereal and dreamy in the blue, lighter than I imagined, opening more visual space for the viewer. A gentle touch of image on paper in hand. 



Thursday, July 31, 2025

Memory of June 1994

Silent Running

An evening celebration
Let’s meet people 
Establish my presence
Or at least an awareness
Of them
Perhaps
Of me

Alone at a full table
They know each other
Know each other well
Years of living
Years of loving
Years of tears
And cheers
And burials
And marches
Tonight, acknowledged
For of by the all of us

All of them
I know the causes they work for
I know the forces they work against
Just not here

Had I been in Montpelier
Or Burlington
Or Saint Johnsbury
Or Brattleboro
I would have known them
All of them
Might have been on the podium handing out an award

I had to leave
Staying was killing me

Here
Alone
Lost
On edge
I flee
Way before last call
Way before awkward goodbyes and see you soons

Ripped up decades of connection
Shred my heart
Left the cool mountains
For this sweltering swamp
Alone in a hostile world 
Smothered in southern gentility

Inner rage 
Quiet street
Back stairs
Bare apartment
Hum of air conditioning
Staring out at treetops
Wishing for a thunderstorm 
Dance in the downpour

Many reasons to have left
Many reasons to have come 
Dry tears of unresolved loss

-- Larry Wolf, 31 July 2025
remembering June 1994

Monday, July 28, 2025

Empty

 (1)

Chairs
Cups
Tea
Gone

Once
Voices
Paused
Quiet 

Glance 
Eyes
Held
Abyss

Loss
Too sad to cry
Beyond words
Space
 

(2)

Woods (chopped down)
Exotic (slave labor in a rain forest)
Local (clearcut off stolen land)
Metal (extracted from strip mines)
Space (held at great expense)
Polished (by workers, unacknowledged)
Street (cleared of all drifters)
Shadows (not enough to hide in)
Hazy (lost in memory)
Alone (with my lover)
Travelers (from afar)
Evidence (just this)
 
-- Larry Wolf, 28 July 2025

Larry Wolf, Two Chairs (2025)


Friday, July 25, 2025

Me and Rimbaud

Larry Wolf, Arthur and Larry and Larry and Arthur (2025)

Arthur and Larry and Larry and Arthur


Many
Generations apart
Continents apart
Connected

In his web
Paul
David
Patti

Gay Sunshine chapbook - A Lover’s Cock
Collected poems and poems and poems and letters
Imaginings of Java and Abyssinia
Fragments

David made a mask
From a photograph
Friends wore it
He photographed

The mask became a pin
Souvenir from an exhibition
Rebel artists brought into the canon
I wear it

Explaining, always explaining
A zine of explanation
Grit became polished
Raw edges still present

Almost twice Arthur’s age
Almost twice David’s age
Patti recites the poems
I look over my shoulder

At sixteen
Burst on the scene
At twenty one
A last poem

Yet
A century later
Here I am
His descendant

-- Larry Wolf, 28 July 2025

[Photo at The First Homosexuals exhibition. See also Two Bad Boy Artists and At 17 and 170.]

Saturday, July 19, 2025

At a Zine Fair

Hide Seek / The ___ of ___

A glance
Catch my eye
Hold my gaze
A flash of attraction
Radiance
Shimmers
Like on sunrise
Like a bomb blast
Like a wink
Like a smile
Like me
Love me
Hold me
All of me
In this fleeting moment

A moment of 
being
of
dissolution
of
coming
of
cumming
of
small death
of
birth
of
becoming
of
this moment

an end
that is
endless

Saturday in July 2025
-- Larry Wolf, 19 July 2025

Larry Wolf, Hide & Seek (2025)




 
Larry Wolf, Hide Seek (2025)

Larry Wolf, Hide Seek (2025)


Monday, July 14, 2025

Perfectly Imperfect

Reflections in the Windows

Larry Wolf, Gustave in Chicago (2025)

Larry Wolf, Gustave in Chicago (2025)

Larry Wolf, Gustave in Chicago (2025)

Larry Wolf, Gustave in Chicago (2025)

Larry Wolf, Gustave in Chicago (2025)

Larry Wolf, Gustave in Chicago (2025)

Larry Wolf, Gustave in Chicago (2025)

As part of the Gustave Caillebotte exhibition, The Art Institute asked artists to make works at the "intersection of Art and Commerce in the City of Chicago". These by photographer Brad Danner are a wonderful combination of the Caillebotte paintings, current photos in Chicago and a lively imagination, plus my enjoyment in the reflections in the windows at the Berghoff restaurant. 

Saturday, July 12, 2025

Noah, Not Seen, Not Invited

"I had a friend once," he said, so soft it came out as a whisper. He waited a long while, then, "We can call him Noah." He listened to the name leaving his mouth. 

Ocean Vuong, The Emperor of Gladness, Page 314


Hai rose and brushed himself off ... and made a beeline toward his bike. Fingers shaking, he zipped up his UPS jacket, the same jacket he had found hanging from a nail in Noah's barn the day of his funeral, having ridden his bike through mud-frosted roads to get there. Because Hai was not invited to see the coffin. Because to Noah's family he never existed. He was locked inside the head of the cold boy in the pine box.

Ocean Vuong, The Emperor of Gladness, page 319


The night he returned from New York ...  How could he have told her then that he had dropped out because Noah had overdosed, like nearly a dozen kids from his high school class, on a bad batch of fent-dope, and that a boy whose face she'd never seen had become the boy whose face he couldn't forget?

Ocean Vuong, The Emperor of Gladness, page 190


He went over to where his jacket hung and ran a finger down its arm, his attention lingering on the stitching. The jacket once belonged to his friend Noah, a boy he met working tobacco when he was fourteen, the crop blooming verdant along the river that carved East Gladness in half. His real name wasn't Noah, but that's what Hai started calling him a week after he died. Because why shouldn't the dead receive new names? Weren't they transformed, after all, into a kind of otherhood? Like many boys throughout the county, the wide green valley swallowed Noah up and spat out a tombstone the height of a shoebox at Cedar Hill, high enough to hold his name and nothing else. It was one of those friendships that came on quick, like the heat on a July day, and long after midnight you could still feel its sticky film on your skin as you lie awake in your room, the fan blowing in what remained of the scorched hours, and realize for the first time in your peep of a life that no one is ever truly alone. It'd been two years since Noah's pine box was hammered shut, and nearly every day since, the UPS jacket draped over Hai's bony shoulders, sometimes even in bed on especially cold nights, the leather torn in places and the U nearly peeled off. But skin is skin, he told himself, even when it's not yours.

Ocean Vuong, The Emperor of Gladness, pages 19-20

Thursday, July 10, 2025

The Past Enters the Present

Larry Wolf, Considering Gustave (2025)

The artist goes for a walk
His dog comes along, perhaps there's a treat in a pocket
They're larger than life in this photograph
Made by the artist's brother, perhaps a staged moment of their everyday life
One hundred and forty years ago.

In this moment, my now
A grand exhibit in a grand museum
A patron of the arts who was himself an artist
Celebrated though we know little and speculate a lot
Who was this man who went for a walk on a cobblestone street?

A twenty-first century photographer frames this
A patron leaving the gallery
A guard leaning on the wall
The exit doors open
A pause before we continue with our everyday lives.

-- Larry Wolf, 10/23 July 2025

Wednesday, July 9, 2025

State of Mind

Larry Wolf, Foggy Chicago (2025)

Monday, July 7, 2025

Chapbook Mockup

Larry Wolf, Louisville Poems Chapbook (2025)

Louisville Poems, 1994 - 1996, originally posted to thepoint.net, now on this blog and a 1-of-1 chapbook.

[Index of Poems]

Wednesday, July 2, 2025

Too Much

Don’t be too adorable, it gets your cheek pinched
Don’t be so sensitive, you cry baby
Don’t be too smart, kids will throw rocks at you
Don’t have a flashy bike, someone will take it at knife point
Don’t fight for your stuff, you’ll only get hurt
Don’t pin a towel around your neck as a cape, who do you think you are? Superman?
Don’t be too Bronx, people will make fun of how you speak
Don’t use big words, people will think you’re trying to impress and don’t know what you’re talking about
Don’t be teacher’s pet, you suck up!
Don’t hum while you’re working, if you do, be on key
Don’t be fat, kids in Europe are starving
Don’t be too Jewish, millions were exterminated
You don’t even know how to be Jewish, not like cousin Marty, he goes to yeshiva
Don’t be an ugly American, you klutz
Don’t be too powerful, leaders get stabbed in the back
Don’t be so accommodating, they’re taking advantage of you
Don’t be too gay, Jim is awfully effeminate
Don’t be too flirty, your lingering look will get you punched in the face

Let that be a lesson to you.

-- Larry Wolf, 2 July 2025

Monday, June 30, 2025

Holding You

Devil’s Rope, Laramie, 1998 

October 
A chill breeze comes off the Rockies
My ruddy wires cast shadows from the warrior moon
A quiet night

A truck pulls up
You and two others stagger out
They tower over you
Push you
Threaten you
Growl
FAGGOT
ON YOUR KNEES
Your face at their crotches
You plead

They pull out their
Gun 
Raise it
Bash the butt 
Into your head
your head
your head

You crumple
They drag you, toss you
Onto me
I sag, hold your unconscious weight

Doors slam
Engine starts
Tires spin up dirt
They’re gone

We’re alone
Your arms thrown backwards over me
My taut wire cuts into your armpits
barbs tear your shirt and skin
Your head hangs listless

Your breath
Rough
Ragged
Irregular

Shivering
Shaking
Convulsing
Your spasms pulse through me

Then 
Still
Limp 
Seeping blood
Cold night

I can offer 
No help
No warmth
Only presence

In the faintest dawn
A passing runner, pauses, wonders
Is that a scarecrow?
Sees it is a boy
Goes for help

Sirens
Police
Flashing lights
Ambulance
Useless

We’re entangled 
I quiver as you're lifted
Carried away
Clinging to life
Bits of your clothes
flesh
blood
On me, left behind

Cars arrive
Candles
A vigil
Days and nights

A stream of mourners
River of mourners
Flood of mourners

Months pass
Still they come

We spent a night together
Your last night out
Out 
Under the vast sky you loved so much

Matthew Shepard
Matthew Shepard
Matthew Shepard

-- Larry Wolf, 30 June 2025

Larry Wolf, Held (Zine Photo 2025/Fence Photo 2010)


An earlier version of this poem was read at Maine Media Workshops on June 27, 2025, at the conclusion of The Photographic Poem with Richard Blanco.

The above photo is of my zine Rough Raw Reclaimed (2021). The text, on the inside of the zine, reads:

Tear Streaked Cheeks

On a fence outside Laramie, Wyoming, a man was beaten and left to die on a cold October night, 1998. Matthew Shepard became the poster child of gay hate crimes. There were candlelight vigils – organized all too quickly and too well. We should not be so good at this public mourning and outcry. Enough is enough. 

The trial. The protestors chanting hell for the homosexual. The angelic counter-protests. His parents. Their compassion. Their determination. The plays, art, chorale works and politics that followed.

The Matthew Shepard and James Byrd Jr. Hate Crimes Prevention Act became law in 2009. Two brutal deaths in 1998, one homophobic, one racist. A decade. Another decade. Much still to do.
 

An Earlier View from the Fence

Jeff Sheng's MFA Thesis Exhibition included a large forty foot wide by six foot high digitally constructed panoramic photographic installation, titled "Where Matthew Lay Dying: Laramie, Wyoming," originally shot and taken from the spot and vantage point where the hate crime/murder victim Matthew Shepard was found on a fence post outside Laramie, Wyoming. 

[Wikipedia Entry for Jeff Sheng]

Saturday, June 28, 2025

Rockport Rugosa etc

Larry Wolf, etc - Rockport Maine (2025)

Larry Wolf, Rugosa - Rockport Maine (2025)

Larry Wolf, Rugosa - Rockport Maine (2025)

Larry Wolf, Rugosa - Rockport Maine (2025)

Larry Wolf, Tree with House - Rockport Maine (2025)

Larry Wolf, Tree with Lichen - Rockport Maine (2025)

Larry Wolf, Seeds - Rockport Maine (2025)

Rockport Harbor Photo Album

Larry Wolf, Hemingway - Rockport Harbor (2025)

Larry Wolf, Self-Portrait - Rockport Harbor (2025)

Larry Wolf, Working Lobster Boat - Rockport Harbor (2025)

Larry Wolf, Rockport Harbor (2025)

Larry Wolf, Boat Launch Approach - Rockport Harbor (2025)

Larry Wolf, Zip Tied Infrastructure - Rockport Harbor (2025)

Larry Wolf, Shadow and Stairs - Rockport Harbor (2025)

Larry Wolf, Lime Kiln - Rockport Harbor (2025)

Larry Wolf, Lime Kiln - Rockport Harbor (2025)

Larry Wolf - Rockport Harbor (2025)